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’
I
acceded
to
this
the
more
readily
,
because
I
now
reproached
myself
with
having
treated
her
former
letter
rather
lightly
.
It
had
set
me
thinking
a
good
deal
at
the
time
,
as
I
have
mentioned
in
its
place
;
but
my
absorption
in
my
own
affairs
,
my
experience
of
the
family
,
and
my
hearing
nothing
more
,
had
gradually
ended
in
my
dismissing
the
subject
.
I
had
often
thought
of
the
Micawbers
,
but
chiefly
to
wonder
what
‘
pecuniary
liabilities
’
they
were
establishing
in
Canterbury
,
and
to
recall
how
shy
Mr
.
Micawber
was
of
me
when
he
became
clerk
to
Uriah
Heep
.
However
,
I
now
wrote
a
comforting
letter
to
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
in
our
joint
names
,
and
we
both
signed
it
.
As
we
walked
into
town
to
post
it
,
Traddles
and
I
held
a
long
conference
,
and
launched
into
a
number
of
speculations
,
which
I
need
not
repeat
.
We
took
my
aunt
into
our
counsels
in
the
afternoon
;
but
our
only
decided
conclusion
was
,
that
we
would
be
very
punctual
in
keeping
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
appointment
.
Although
we
appeared
at
the
stipulated
place
a
quarter
of
an
hour
before
the
time
,
we
found
Mr
.
Micawber
already
there
.
He
was
standing
with
his
arms
folded
,
over
against
the
wall
,
looking
at
the
spikes
on
the
top
,
with
a
sentimental
expression
,
as
if
they
were
the
interlacing
boughs
of
trees
that
had
shaded
him
in
his
youth
.
When
we
accosted
him
,
his
manner
was
something
more
confused
,
and
something
less
genteel
,
than
of
yore
.
He
had
relinquished
his
legal
suit
of
black
for
the
purposes
of
this
excursion
,
and
wore
the
old
surtout
and
tights
,
but
not
quite
with
the
old
air
.
He
gradually
picked
up
more
and
more
of
it
as
we
conversed
with
him
;
but
,
his
very
eye
-
glass
seemed
to
hang
less
easily
,
and
his
shirt
-
collar
,
though
still
of
the
old
formidable
dimensions
,
rather
drooped
.
‘
Gentlemen
!
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
after
the
first
salutations
,
‘
you
are
friends
in
need
,
and
friends
indeed
.
Allow
me
to
offer
my
inquiries
with
reference
to
the
physical
welfare
of
Mrs
.
Copperfield
in
esse
,
and
Mrs
.
Traddles
in
posse
,
—
presuming
,
that
is
to
say
,
that
my
friend
Mr
.
Traddles
is
not
yet
united
to
the
object
of
his
affections
,
for
weal
and
for
woe
.
’
We
acknowledged
his
politeness
,
and
made
suitable
replies
.
He
then
directed
our
attention
to
the
wall
,
and
was
beginning
,
‘
I
assure
you
,
gentlemen
,
’
when
I
ventured
to
object
to
that
ceremonious
form
of
address
,
and
to
beg
that
he
would
speak
to
us
in
the
old
way
.
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
he
returned
,
pressing
my
hand
,
‘
your
cordiality
overpowers
me
.
This
reception
of
a
shattered
fragment
of
the
Temple
once
called
Man
—
if
I
may
be
permitted
so
to
express
myself
—
bespeaks
a
heart
that
is
an
honour
to
our
common
nature
.
I
was
about
to
observe
that
I
again
behold
the
serene
spot
where
some
of
the
happiest
hours
of
my
existence
fleeted
by
.
’
‘
Made
so
,
I
am
sure
,
by
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
hope
she
is
well
?
’
